My nephew's trespass may be well forgot, A hare-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen : And on his father's ;-we did train him on ; Ver. Deliver what you will, I'll say 't is so. Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS; and Officers and Soldiers, behind. Hot. My uncle is return'd :-Deliver up My lord of Westmoreland.-Uncle, what news ? Wor. The king will bid you battle presently. Doug. Defy him by the lord of Westmoreland. Hot. Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so. Doug. Marry, and shall, and very willingly. [Exit. Wor. There is no seeming mercy in the king. Hot. Did you beg any? God forbid ! Wor. I told him gently of our grievances, Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,——— By now forswearing that he is forsworn: He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge With haughty arms this hateful name in us. Re-enter DoUGLAS. Doug. Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown A brave defiance in king Henry's teeth, And Westmoreland, that was engag'd, did bear it; Wor. The prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king, And, nephew, challeng'd you to single fight. VOL. V. H Hot. O, 'would the quarrel lay upon our heads; England did never owe so sweet a hope, Arm, arm, with speed: And, fellows, soldiers, friends, Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue, Enter a Messenger. Mess. My lord, here are letters for you a At liberty. Hotspur means to say that he never knew of any prince so wild of his own unrestrained will. Hot. I cannot read them now.- Enter another Messenger. Mess. My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace. Hot. I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale, For I profess not talking; only this, Let each man do his best: and here I draw a sword, [The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt. SCENE III.-Plain near Shrewsbury. Excursions, and parties fighting. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DoUGLAS and BLUNT, meeting. Blunt. What is thy name, that in battle thus thou crossest me? What honour dost thou seek upon my head? And I do haunt thee in the battle thus, Because some tell me that thou art a king. Blunt. They tell thee true. Doug. The lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry, Blunt. I was not born to yield, thou haughty Scot; And thou shalt find a king that will revenge Lord Stafford's death. [They fight, and BLUNT is slain. Enter HOTSpur. Hot. O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus, I never had triumph'd over a Scot. Doug. All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king. Hot. Where? Hot. This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well : A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt; Semblably furnish'd like the king himself. Doug. A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes! A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear. Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king? Hot. The king hath many marching in his coats. Doug. Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats; I'll murther all his wardrobe, piece by piece, Until I meet the king. Hot. Up and away; ̧ Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. Other Alarums. Enter FALSTAFF. Fal. Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here: here's no scoring, but upon the pate.Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt ;-there 's honour for you: Here's no vanity! I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: Heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels.-I have led my ragamuffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here? Enter PRINCE HENRY. P. Hen. What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword: Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies, Whose deaths are unreveng'd: Prithee, lend me thy sword. Fal. O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.-Turk Gregory a never did such deeds in arms as I have done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure. P. Hen. He is, indeed and living to kill thee. I prithee, lend me thy sword. Fal. Nay, Hal, if Percy be alive thou gett'st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt. P. Hen. Give it me: What, is it in the case? Fal. Ay, Hal; 't is hot, 't is hot; there's that will sack a city. [The PRINCE draws out a bottle of sack. P. Hen. What, is it a time to jest and dally now? [Throws it at him, and exit. Fal. If Percy be alive I'll pierce him, if he do come in my way, so if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonadob of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath: Give me life, which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there's an end. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Field. [Exit. Alarums, Excursions. Enter the KING, PRINCE HENRY, PRINCE JOHN, and Westmoreland. K. Hen. I prithee, Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much ;Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him. P. John. Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too. a Turk Gregory-Pope Gregory VII. b Carbonado-a rasher on the coals. |